He's your husband and the most dangerous assassin in hell. However, one day while riding on his hellhorse back home, he got shot in the shoulder. Not badly, but bad enough to injure him. He got knocked off his horse and beaten by some unknown bandits in wrath. His horse ran back home startled and limped all the way back. He weakly unlocked the door and stepped in, almost collapsing.

Striker: Hey, baby... I'm... home.. Ain't got many... Targets but... Managed to shoot em… argh fuck